It took the group about twenty minutes to recount everything from beginning to end.
The outcome of the Great Holy Grail War.
Heracles ' golden sword.
The angelic side Spirit Origin was sealed. The Spirit Origin Inversion. The birth of Belphegor.
Dreams have spread across the globe. The Greater Grail has dried up. The real world is on the verge of destruction.
As she said these words, Mukuro Hoshimiya was eating a grilled meat platter.
She listened while stuffing meat into her mouth, occasionally nodding to show she was listening, and occasionally tilting her head to indicate she didn't quite understand.
By the time they finished the entire barbecue platter, everyone had also pretty much finished telling their story.
Mukuro Hoshimiya wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a tissue.
"So you mean this isn't the real world?"
"Yes." Ritsuka Fujimaru.
"Is this a dream created by my demon king?"
"Right."
"Then why am I still hungry?"
Everyone's expression shifted subtly.
Do you dream about being hungry?
Mukuro Hoshimiya asked the question very seriously, her red eyes filled with confusion.
No one could answer her.
Theoretically speaking, one shouldn't feel hungry in a dream world.
But she was indeed hungry.
And I did just eat a whole platter of grilled meat, two bowls of soup, and three pieces of bread.
"Forget it, I just can't figure out this strange question no matter how hard I try."
Mukuro Hoshimiya gave up thinking and took a big gulp of juice.
Then she put down the cup and unconsciously drew circles on the table with her fingers.
"So you want me to get rid of this dream?"
"Yes."
Why?
Mukuro Hoshimiya tilted her head, her expression one of genuine incomprehension.
"I think this dream is pretty good. You can have whatever you want, and no one needs to fight or struggle anymore."
"The Great Holy Grail War was terrifying; so many people were fighting each other, and so many died."
"How wonderful it is now! Everyone is dreaming, everyone is happy, and no one needs to fight anymore."
Her tone was as casual as if she were discussing the weather.
"And I just asked Little Bei."
" Little Bei?" Mash was taken aback.
"That's my little devil. The round one. Belphegor, well, that's too long, let's just call him Little Bei."
Metatron's brow twitched.
An existence that no UO in the solar system could resist, she called " Little Bei ".
" Little Bei said this dream could continue for another billion years. The energy is plentiful."
Mukuro Hoshimiya counted on her fingers.
"Over a billion years! Human civilization has only been around for a few thousand years."
If human civilization is allowed to continue developing on its own, it might just destroy itself one day.
"Nuclear weapons and all that stuff, just press a button and it's all over."
She spread her hands out.
"I feel it's better to stay here and continue dreaming."
A brief silence fell over the table.
To be honest, this girl's logic actually makes a tiny bit of sense.
Ritsuka Fujimaru took a deep breath.
"But the Earth outside the dream world is on the verge of destruction."
"Your... Little Bei, in order to maintain this dream, drained the life force of the entire Earth."
The earth is withering, the oceans are drying up, and even the air is almost gone.
The real world is dying.
Is this what you wanted to see?
Mukuro Hoshimiya paused in her chewing.
Earth?
She lowered her head and thought for a few seconds.
"They definitely need to be saved."
His tone was so casual, it was as if he were saying, "Oh, that assignment definitely needs to be redone."
"I'll think of something else later."
"After that?" Ritsuka Fujimaru pressed, "After what?"
"Hmm... let's wait a couple of days. No rush."
Mukuro Hoshimiya gave a vague, perfunctory answer, then looked at the people at the table with their various expressions.
"If you don't want to stay in the dream world any longer, I can have Little Bei send you out."
"Send them back to the real world, and they can do whatever they want. We won't stop them."
She paused, then added:
"Of course, you can stay here if you wish."
Anyway, the dream world has everything; you can eat whatever you want and play whatever you want.
"I won't kick you out."
She spoke sincerely when she said those words.
It didn't seem like acting, nor did it seem like they were just going through the motions.
She genuinely felt that this dream world was wonderful, and she truly didn't mind others staying there.
For a moment, no one knew how to respond.
The girl meant no harm.
She wouldn't even be called stubborn.
She just... didn't think it was that serious.
The silence lasted for several seconds.
Then a voice broke the silence.
"[ Beauty ]."
Metatron spoke.
She stood at the far end of the table, her arms crossed, the tattered wings on her back slightly folded.
She hasn't uttered a single word since Mukuro Hoshimiya entered the room.
But now she spoke up.
"Stop playing around."
Mukuro Hoshimiya's hand paused for a moment.
She turned to look at Metatron.
You should return to your original position as soon as possible.
Metatron's gaze was fixed on Mukuro Hoshimiya's red pupils.
"Otherwise, it wouldn't just be this one world."
"Countless universes built upon the Tree of Life system will face the danger of collapse."
"The absence of the Sixth Sephira signifies a break in the pivotal connection between the upper three Sephira and the lower four Sephira."
"The balance has been broken. Connections have been severed. Order has begun to crumble."
"This is not a problem for one world. It is a problem for all worlds."
The restaurant was extremely quiet.
Even Astolfo remained silent.
Mukuro Hoshimiya looked at Metatron.
" Beauty?"
She blinked.
You mean me?
Then something flashed through her mind.
The words Avicebron said before he died.
The Sixth Sephira Kabbalah point mass, [ Beauty ].
In Date A Live, Mukuro Hoshimiya is indeed a spirit representing the Sephira of [ Beauty ].
Am I really that thing?
Mukuro Hoshimiya's fingers gripped the juice glass tightly.
wrong.
He simply wanted to stay in the modern world.
Live your own little life well.
Enjoy delicious food, watch anime, and occasionally play games.
It's that simple.
How did it become a disaster that will destroy countless worlds?
That's impossible.
She's definitely lying to herself.
Yes, I'm definitely lying to myself.
This Metatron, this winged angel, probably just made up these stories to trick me back to some Tree of Life.
But.
But when Metatron said those words, there was no trace of deception in his eyes.
It's like stating a fact that has already happened, rather than fabricating a lie.
Mukuro Hoshimiya didn't want to listen anymore.
"I'm stuffed."
Suddenly, Mukuro Hoshimiya stood up.
The chair slid backward, making a screeching sound.
Then she turned and left.
"Wait..."
As soon as Ritsuka Fujimaru stood up, an invisible force pressed her back down.
It wasn't just him.
Everyone at the table was pinned to their spot by the same force.
The chair didn't budge. My body couldn't move an inch. My feet felt like they were nailed to the floor.
It is not aggressive at all.
It is simply a rigid, absolute, and inviolable constraint.
Even in his slumber, even in a subconscious defensive reaction, Belphegor's power was enough to render all the Servant present immobile.
Metatron's wings trembled slightly, attempting to resist this oppressive force with his angelic authority.
It's useless.
In this dream world, Belphegor is the absolute rule-maker.
Its owner didn't want to be chased.
So no one can chase after him.
Mukuro Hoshimiya pushed open the wooden door to the restaurant.
The bell on the door jingled once.
Her figure disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the door.
In the restaurant.
Everyone was frozen in place, watching the door slowly close.
Astolfo tilted his head.
"She... ran away?"
About ten seconds later, the binding force disappeared.
Everyone's bodies were freed.
Ritsuka Fujimaru stood up, rushed to the door, pushed it open, and looked outside.
The streets were bathed in sunshine, and pedestrians came and went.
Mukuro Hoshimiya had disappeared.